Another big news came out of the other end of the phone.

"They are no longer pirates. News from Zhenhai King has been reported that he has planned to announce the world and officially establish a country on the sea."

"Kinnation of the People's Republic of China?"

Zhou Tingqiu used his fingers slightly, and the phone suddenly made a crisp sound, and the sounds from the earpiece became much blurred.

He just found it extremely ridiculous.

"He's crazy?"

On the mountain, the old man lowered his head and looked at the handwritten book.

"He wants to build momentum for himself..."

Zhou Tingqiu suddenly woke up.

"Zhenhaiwang, is he going to take the last step? He wants to establish a country, and where is his territory? It's impossible to be on that aircraft carrier, right?"

"Second, you underestimate this person's ambitions too much."

The old man sighed deeply before continuing:

"What he wants is the entire Jingchuan Island."

Zhou Tingqiu asked in disbelief:

"Don't say that he hasn't completed that step yet, even if he really reaches that level, is Qian Laolong a vegetarian?

How could the sea-high sword saint in Changjing Group sit and watch?

Even those from the Eastern Kingdoms would probably not be at ease.

Is he really going to seek death?"

The old man's tone was extremely heavy.

"That's exactly what he wants."

The sun shines through the window and falls onto the old man's desk, reflecting on the letter paper with eight words written on it.

The ink-black characters are written in one go, with straight lines and clear edges, but the brushstrokes are vigorous and exciting, and the ink is poured on.

Just looking at it can make people feel the extreme strong and domineering idea that is about to win the world.

"Fight alone in Jingchuan, prove my martial arts."

——

Overseas, on an isolated island.

The world is dark, and the thick and cold iron clouds are low, condensed like a tall city and a mountain, as if to crush the backbone of all living beings in the world.

The humid air is filled with a dull and gloomy feeling.

A thunder broke through the iron curtain clouds.

Lighted up a slender figure.

The man stood on the reef with a vicissitudes of face, gray temples, wearing a simple long gray cloth gown, a pair of black cloth boots, and a bookish look.

And his eyes penetrated countless miles and saw an island that was gradually sinking.

In the middle of the island, tornadoes swept across the sky, stirring the sea surface and tumbling. The ships moored around were destroyed by the tyrannical waves.

Under the eyes of the storm, there was a huge fist mark with clear five fingers.

Within the coverage of the boxing print, nothing still stands.

The surface of the island is extremely flat, and even in the wind and waves, it is filled with white smoke and scorch, as if it has been baked by the scorching sun for dozens of days.

I'm afraid that only the mythical Titan giant who smashes the giant fist from the clouds can create such a grand and shocking scene.

But men know that it is only one person who causes all this.

A person who is about to enter the peak of martial arts -

Absolute! The world is strong! People!

The lightning branches spread out like an upside-down thunder tree that takes root from the clouds and gradually grows into the world.

The layers of dull thunder sounded from the depths of the clouds without afar.

The rain began like silk threads falling, and then it was strung into a bead curtain, and finally it was like a river of heaven pouring into the world, falling violently into the sea.

The man was the number one rebel who made Zhaoyaoshan search for fifty years but failed to capture Guishan. The founder of Yuhua Group, Han Yuzhu.

But now, this mysterious powerful man with forces all over Jingchuan Island can only stand here and watch his core base sink into the boundless sea.

Behind him were four figures kneeling, their heads lowered and their bodies were filled with cold and cold air-conditioning machines.

Han Yuzhu raised her head and looked at the sudden storm, and suddenly smiled:

"Sure enough, if you want to use the external alchemy method, you can attain the Tao and reach the immortality. After all, it is just like a kiln-headed earth embryo, and you cannot withstand heavy rain."

As he spoke, he even clapped and sang loudly:

"The gods are also made by mortals, but mortals are not strong in their hearts!

Good ruined! Good ruined!

Duan Hai, if it weren't for you, how could I understand this?

When I practice the path of becoming immortal, I will definitely repay you for your preaching today!”

Hearing these words, the four kneeling men buried their heads lower.

They all knew how capricious the president's temperament was. Don't look at Han Yuzhu's singing loudly at this time, I was afraid that he was already angry.

In the rain curtain of heaven and earth, a strong voice suddenly penetrated.

"Crazy Han, if you don't leave, that guy will really kill you.

Our Lao Wang has about 200 kilograms of meat, and he still wants to keep it and fight with Qian Laolong again, so he can't be broken into that boy Duan Hai's hands!"

As he spoke, a burly man with his upper body walked to Han Yuzhu in a row and tiger steps.

His face is as strong as a knife and axe, his nose is high and his eyes are pitch black and dark, like two wellheads, leading to the unpredictable abyss of hell.

His exposed skin was covered with dark and deep patterns. They connected together to form a strange and evil pattern.

It was a disguised picture of hell.

A demon god with three heads and six arms, and ambiguous scales stood in the picture, stepping on countless evil ghosts of yakshas, ​​and six arms supported the sky, supporting the entire hell.

As the man's muscles squirm and the bones rise and fall, the demon god will also show different expressions, either angry, hideous, or hateful, which makes people afraid and shocked.

Looking at this man, Han Yuzhu smiled slightly.

"Brother Wang's cultivation is really profound. No wonder he can escape under Qian Laolong. I admire him.

Since you already feel something, let's go."

This person is Wang Baixiong!

Wang Baixiong heard Han Yuzhu's sarcasm, but he just sneered.

"I don't like to show off my words."

He also looked at the sea and sighed:

"This kid Duan Hai is really a genius. If I were smart and killed him, it would be great.

If he really wants to do this big thing, tsk tsk tsk…”
Chapter completed!